Straight white man working in shitty dead-end job keenly aware of his privilege

A CISHET white British man who works on a chicken farm is, like Harry Styles, fully aware of the winning hand life has dealt him.

Bill McKay of Lincolnshire, who deals with feeding and shovelling shit, is humbly going about his low-paid, low-status job acutely conscious of the immense and bountiful privileges the patriarchy has gifted him.

He said: “Sometimes the squawking gets you down, but then I remember I’m a Caucasian male sexually attracted to women. I’ve won life’s golden ticket.

“I can’t be concerned about minimum wage when there’s a gender pay gap. When one of the birds that’s still got a beak goes for my eyes, it kind of feels like karma.

“It makes my browbeaten, penniless existence easier, knowing it will smash the glass ceiling in chicken farming. If I’m here, that means more room higher-up for women and that’s got to be a good thing.

“At the minute they barely hang around for a few months before moving onto something that pays more. We need to do better.”

Friend Donna Sherridan said: “As a straight white guy, Bill’s playing life with the cheat codes on. God help him if he weren’t.”

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